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May 2014
And in the shower
we create the nicest dreams,
glorious ones
we shout in unison,
lovers we,
only to watch them
swirl,
get washed,
disappear
in abundance
forever
down the
hungry-drain.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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